You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Long Black Train, 3 minutes

You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Lyrics

Josh Turner

Uptowns got it hustlersThe bowery's got its bums42nd street got big jim walkerHe's a pool shootin' son of a gunYeah he's big and dumb as a man can comeBut he's stronger than a country hossAnd when the bad folks all get together at nightYou know they all call big jim boss

And they sayYou don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask of the ol' lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with Jim

Well outta south alabama come a country boyHe said I'm looking for a man named jimI am a pool shootin boyMy name is Willie McCoyBut down home they call me slimYeah I'm lookin for the king of forty second streetHe drivin' a drop top cadillacAnd last week he took all my moneyAnd it may sound funnyBut I come to get my money back

And everybody sayJack, don't you knowYou don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask of the ol' lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool roomWhen Jimmy come boppin' in off the streetAnd when the cutting was doneThe only thing that wasn't bloodyWas the souls of the big mans feetYeah he was cut in bout a hundred placesAnd he was shot in a couple moreAnd you better believeThey sung a different kinda storyWhen big Jim hit the floor, uh huh

Now they sayYou don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask of the ol' lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with Jim

Now they sayYou don't tug on superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask of the ol' lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with Slim

You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone rangerAnd you don't mess around with Slim